in a brothel

The Bar Where It Happened (Maria x Reader)

Words: 988+

Warnings: None

A/N: sorry i took so long bc im a jerk D:

Tag: @ghcstflower (because you requested a maria X reader 2 centuries ago)


You were a bartender at a local pub near your home. It wasn’t the most ideal job, but you tolerated it. You needed the money, and this was the only choice that you had. Your father abandoned your sister and mother, leaving you as the sole breadwinner of the family. Your mother was too fragile and innocent to work anywhere, and you refused to allow your sister to do anything. She was too young to deal with men and the issues of job life. She was too young to deal with the stress. Your mother suggested that you work at a brothel, but you just shook your head at her.

No thank you.

“Excuse me, miss. You haven’t given me my drink yet, and I’ve been waiting for ten minutes.” A man said to you, snapping you out of your daydreaming. You apologized, grabbed a glass and beer, quickly pouring it. You handed him the glass, and he latched onto it, his fingers tight on yours. “What’s the rush?” He said, a smirk on his face. You frowned, trying to tug off. He resisted, holding even tighter.

“Okay, sir. You need to let me go before I call the manager.” You hissed, glaring at him.

“Why you gotta be like that?” He said, pouting his lips. You heard a clearing of a throat behind you, spotting your manager.

She wore her usual red dress, tight on her body in all the right places. Her hair was pinned to the side, and she wore her signature, dark red lipstick. She touched the man’s hand that was on yours, digging her nails into it. He groaned, now attempting to move his hand. She gave him a kind smile, not letting him go.

“How about you leave, sir? Seems like your time here is finished.”

“I’m sorry Maria, I didn’t mean-“

“And apologize to Miss Y/N, you’ve made her day much for difficult.” She said, gesturing towards you. The man turned to you, a pained look on his face.

“I’m sorry Miss Y/N.” Maria then let go, and he scrambled off the bar seat, running out the pub. Maria looked at you and laughed.

“These men, they think they could take advantage of a woman. How prude!” She touched your arm, and you could not help but feeling the warmth spread all over your body.

Maria offered you a job here after she saw you on the street in ripped clothing. She owned the pub, much to many men’s dismay. Her now-deceased husband left it for her in his will, but to her chagrin. Everyone heard about James Reynolds abusive nature towards his wife, seeing the bruises and cuts on her whenever she went out with him.

Now that she’s the sole owner of this place, everyone knows not to mess with her. Since it is the only bar for miles, they have to treat her with respect. And it’s also the fact that she has a musket displayed over her door.

But that was something else entirely.

You were immensely attracted to her. Her innocent smile, her mind but stern personality. She was everything you wanted and more. But she was a woman, and you were a woman. You would receive so much hatred and opposition from different men and women in your city. It was not acceptable or proper.

And you didn’t even know if she felt the same.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

“Uh, yes. Yes, I am.” You were pulled out of your daydreaming, and she looked at you with concern. “Just thinking, that’s all.” You have her a closed-lipped smile. She looked between your eyes and sighed.

“Y/N…”

“I’m fine, seriously. Can I just, take a break? I think I need some air.” She nodded, and you touched her hand, walking out the pub. You Sat on one of the nearby benches, taking deep breaths.

Why did you have to fall in love with your boss? Really Y/N, you can’t jeopardize your job.

You played with the hem of your dress, staring out into the dirt road.

But still, she’s amazing. Being around her is the best time of your day. When you see her smile, it brings butterflies to your stomach. Wait no, wasps. They’re buzzing like a mad man.

There were people walking in and out of the bar, barely noticing your presence.

Okay, you’re good. You’ll be good.

You turned back around, seeing Maria staring at you, her arms across her chest. You jumped up, smiling widely. “Oh, hey Maria! Why aren’t you inside?” She raised one delicate eyebrow, scanning your face. You cleared your throat, the air filling with awkward tension. “We should get inside, they might be destroying the place.”

“Are we going to pretend I didn’t hear any of that?” She said, a small grin pulling at her red lips. Your heart dropped.

Shit. You thought you were saying that in your head. You played with your fingers, looking at the ground.

“I’m so sorry, Maria. I didn’t mean to mess up our work relationship. I’m sorry-“ She walked up to you, putting one finger on your lips. You blushed, widening your eyes.

“You know, Y/N, you’re beautiful. But sometimes you just talk way too much.” She gave you a sideways grin. You were confused, her finger falling from your lips. “I like you, Y/N. Honestly, I was attracted to you when I first saw you on the street, but now that I have gotten to know you, I like you.”

“Really?” Was all you said. She nodded. “Oh, okay. Then-“

She pressed her lips against yours, and you widened your eyes, surprised. You placed your hands on the back of her head, pulling her closer to you. She smiled into your lips, biting the lower one. You heard coughing behind you, and let her go. Your friend, Laurens, was standing there, a smirk on his lips.

“Took you two long enough.”

susan-gampre  asked:

💋

{ Ohhh Lawdy! } 

The two women had been drinking way to much that night, laughing and swapping stories about their respective brothels. However, with alcohol surging through their bodies, flirtation began.  Subtle touches here and there, until Susan leaned over and placed her lips against Bella’s neck, causing the tiny assassin to crane it out to welcome the affections, capturing her bottom lip betwixt her teeth.  Her hand slid up Susan’s leg, fingers gently massaging the flesh of the renowned whore’s thigh as a moan passed from her lips. 

Swiveling her head to the side, Bella’s lips moved in to press against Susan’s, locking them together in a heated, booze induced kiss.  Next thing you know, the two women were atop the table, hands and lips exploring the various parts of the other one. 

{ @susan-gampre *snickers* }

Klance Brothel AU

So I had an idea a few months ago about a Klance Brothel AU and I wanted to share some headcannons with y’all:

  • Keith Kogane is a prostitute in an illegal and unregulated brothel with exploitative conditions for workers
  • Lance McClain is a cop who pretends to be a prostitute
  • Everyone is aged up (from 25 to 35)
  • Lance is on a sting operation to catch the owner and go along with the suspect’s actions to gather evidence of the suspect’s criminal activity (exploitation of prostitution)
  • The operation is supervised by detective Allura Altea backed up by her assistant Coran and her team called “Voltron” (Hunk Garrett, Pigde Gunderson and Takashi Shirogane – also Lance)
  • Lance meets Keith for the first time after a few years right in the brothel
  • Keith is surprised to see Lance McClain there. Is he a client? He can’t tell but he hope so
  • Lance is shocked. He thought Keith just moved away to another state to start a new life or something
  • They went to the same police accademy but Keith got kicked out for disciplinary issues and lack of attendance even though he was one of the best students. Then he disappeared
  • They have been rivals but it was kind of one-sided thing started by Lance. He wanted to be recognize as an equal under Keith’s eyes
  • Actually Keith had a crush on Lance
  • Keith: “What the fuck are you doing here?!”
  • Lance: “Excuse me? What the fuck are you doing here?!”
  • Lance tells him he just got the job and from now on he’s an actual prostitute
  • Keith gets so mad at Lance that he drags the guy in his room yelling he’s just made the worst choice of his life
  • Lance: “That’s none of your business!”
  • Keith: “You’re just wasting your life, asshole
  • And that’s how Keith realizes he’s still pining after Lance
  • Lance thinks he can pull some important information from Keith since he’s been in the brothel for years and apparently he seems to be the owner’s favorite. He just need to get closer to him and get his complete trust
  • They become friends at some point and Keith trusts Lance enough to give him a lot of useful information. Keith also tells Lance he’s the only one he can trust in that place. Lance feels awfully guilty after Keith’s confession. After all he’s manipulating Keith filling his head with lies. But he has to if he wants the operation to succeed
  • Keith is jealous of Lance’s clients
  • Lance’s totally oblivious
  • They fight a lot because of that but Lance just doesn’t get it
  • Keith is a mess
  • Lance is only focused on his sting operation but then feelings kick him in the cojones
  • Keith is impulsive and sick of Lance’s blindness so he kisses him
  • They fuck
  • Lots of feelings
  • One day police raid on the brothel and the owner gets arrested. All the prostitutes are escorted out of the bulding. Keith is sickly worried since Lance is nowhere to be seen
  • Keith doesn’t want to leave without Lance so he fights against the cops
  • He’s forcibly dragged by the police out of the brothel. Lance is out there talking to a silver haired woman who seems to be a cop
  • The woman is returning Lance’s badge back giving him a pat on the shoulder. She seems to be very proud. Keith’s head starts to spin
  • Keith: “What does this mean…?”
  • Lance: “Keith…I can explain-“
  • Keith: “You fucking lied to me!”
  • A n g s t™

i’m sorry if I made any mistakes or whatever, English is not my first language plshavemercyonmeeeee

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If your Dragons are Drunkards...

This may be useful for you. Also: tavern-owners, distillers, brewers, tavern-goers, lawmen, mercenaries, courtesans, etc. etc. etc. Have a list of the plants that can make alcohol in Sornieth.


Most of the items I have listed here are for use in wines, however, Sornieth does have a few wheat-like plants that produce grain. Grain is used to make stronger brews like vodka, whiskey, and rum. Wine and brandy need fermented fruit.

Please note that I am NOT an expert in malting in any way. Most of this has been gleaned from books, and as such is probably lacking in some areas. That being said, if you’d like to contact me about the malting process, I can link you to several good sources/share what I know.

FR plants you can make spirits out of:

Amaranth (a grain - used for stronger stuff like whiskey, gin, rum, and vodka)

Prickly Pear

Watermelon

Sugarmelon

Strawberry

Blood Acorn

Woodland Acorn

Blackberry

Winter’s Delight (in my lore this is a rare, delicious wine harvested on the winter solstice)

Charged Duneberry

Potash Peach (must be cooled before fermenting)

Raspberry

Aether Cherries

Red Delicious Apple

Honeycrisp Apple


Other items used for flavoring:

Honeycomb

Luminous Almonds

Roses (petals only)

Cinnamon

Jasmine (goes well with strawberries)

Speckled Petunia (Reduction) (sweet, grassy flavor)

Hallowed Ivy (lifts a dragon’s emotional spirits)

Sour Green Apple

Granny Smith Apple


Use at your own risk:

Blue Entoloma (sleep aid)

Blood Spath (high in calories)

High-Voltage Almonds

Maiden’s Blush (slightly toxic, raises body temperature)

This is not, of course, the final jurisdiction on matters! I may have missed a few plants/not included a few because I am not a brewer myself. Feel free to use this information any way you please~

So there you have it. I wanted to make a list like this for a long time, I may do a different one with the known recipes of Sornieth’s garnishes/sauces/food recipes when I find time.

Do not drink and fly. Stay safe, kids.

Happy brewing!

throwback to that time my whole philosophy class refused to refer to Epictetus as anything but epic titties

also when we used lesbian memes in our early feminist thinkers presentations because 100% of those fuckers had galpals™

The Pirate Queen of the South China Sea

The Red Flag Fleet under Ching Shih’s rule went undefeated, despite attempts by Qing dynasty officials, the Portuguese navy, and the East India Company to vanquish it. After three years of notoriety on the high seas, Ching Shih finally retired in 1810 by accepting an offer of amnesty from the Chinese government. Ching Shih died in 1844, at the ripe old age of 69.At the dawn of the 1800s, a former prostitute from a floating brothel in the city of Canton was wed to Cheng I, a fearsome pirate who operated in the South China Sea in the Qing dynasty. Though the name under which we now know her, Ching Shih, simply means “Cheng’s widow,” the legacy she left behind far exceeded that of her husband’s. Following his death, she succeeded him and commanded over 1,800 pirate ships, and an estimated 80,000 men.

Her husband, Ching I, was the formidable commander of the Red Flag Fleet of pirate ships. He married a 26-year-old Ching Shih in 1801. She quickly took to the pirate life and when Ching I died six years later, Ching Shih wasn’t going to let Ching I’s adopted son, Cheung Po Tsai take over.  Cheung Po Tsai, however, was more than just Ching Shih’s adopted son –-  the young man had also been Ching I’s lover.

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Don Draper Mad Men childhood home by California to Chicago
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Victorian Homes Carroll Ave LA This is the house used in the last episode of one of the season. When Don Draper takes his kids to see his Childhood home that was the brothel he grew up in. They used a lot of CGI to make this look run down and surrounded by old industry buildings in the scene.

anonymous asked:

do it kat. write that narukono time travel fix-it. drag us farther into hell.

*dumps this in front of you as a distraction/tribute*


Naruto is pretty sure he has a crush.

It is absolutely, definitely not on any of the many assorted women Jiraiya has dragged him to meet in the name of information gathering, even though he’s sure they’re perfectly nice ladies. But he’s seen Jiraiya disappear into their brothels a few too many times for comfort, and even when the pervert tries to hint that he should take one of them up on their offers to make him a man Naruto just plays dumb.

It’s kind of insulting that Jiraiya always buys it. Naruto might think at things differently, but that doesn’t make him stupid.

He’s also not a perv like Jiraiya, so there’s that, too.

But, the last few times Jiraiya has been otherwise occupied for the night—which usually means Naruto will actually be left to his own devices for the next week or so, until Jiraiya has burned through all of his cash and whatever he can bum off of Naruto—he’s ended up talking to the same stranger. Never at the same place twice, but—randomly. By the river washing clothes, or in the market buying dinner, or at a ramen stand that’s almost as good as old man Teuchi’s, or at the best camping spot along the road.

After the third time, Naruto thinks about being suspicious. He and Jiraiya are hardly falling a set path, after all, and to keep bumping into the same stranger—that probably means something. But—

But he’s nice.

It probably says a lot, that Naruto is still so unused to people showing him any sort of kindness at all.

“You must have been training pretty hard,” the man says, the first time they talk. He’s eyeing Naruto’s scorched, battered clothes with something that might even be respect, and he meets Naruto’s startled look with a smile as he tugs the blue scarf from around his neck.

“Uh, I try my best!” Naruto says, offering him a smile in return even as he rubs the back of his head a bit sheepishly. His clothes are in a pretty horrible state; Naruto isn’t sure he’s going to be able to patch them enough to wear, though Jiraiya probably won’t notice either way. He might even start campaigning for Naruto to switch to being a girl again so they can travel that way. It’s not that Naruto minds being a girl, but he doesn’t want to play eye-candy for his perv of a godfather. That’s just creepy.

“I could use some practice, if you want to spar,” the man offers. He grins, and adds, “I’m Kono—uh. I’m Konomaru!”

Well, that was…suspicious. Naruto eyes him for a second, but when he doesn’t sprout tentacles and fangs or start monologuing, he figures the guy is probably okay. He’s not getting any weird vibes off of him, at least, and Naruto even gets those off Jiraiya, as fond as he is of the pervert.

“Nice to meet you!” he answers cheerfully. “I’m Naruto!” Jiraiya’s drilled him on not offering a last name—or his status as a jinchuuriki, but Naruto would hardly tell anyone that willingly under pain of death—while they’re nominally laying low, so he doesn’t immediately announce his dream, either. No need to connect all the pieces for him if this guy is an enemy.

But, when he glances up, there’s no sign of villainous posturing about to start. Instead Konomaru is smiling, gentle and almost fond as he looks at Naruto, and—

It’s really not a way anyone has ever looked at Naruto before. Not even Iruka looks at him quite like that.

A little flustered, he ducks his head, pulling his black t-shirt off and dumping it with the rest of his things to be washed.

Konomaru promptly makes a noise like he’s choking on his tongue.

“You okay?” Naruto asks cautiously, watching him cough and turn red.

“Yep!” the man squeaks, in a pitch way higher than any Naruto has heard since Kiba hit puberty. He fans his red face with one hand, still coughing. “Sorry, uh, water. Went down the wrong way.”

Naruto’s fairly certain he wasn’t drinking, but he just shrugs and goes back to his clothes, debating whether to get his needle and thread first or just wash them. Probably better to see if they can be salvaged at all first.

“Are you a ninja too, then?” he asks, digging through his pack. He’s getting low on thread, but given how ripped his jacket is from the last time he experimented with the Rasengan, it’s not going to matter.

“I am!” Konomaru sounds a lot cheerier. “I even made jounin at seventeen!”

He’s probably a bit over that now, Naruto thinks. Nineteen, maybe? “That’s awesome,” he agrees, grinning up at the man. “I’m going to make jounin soon too, believe it!”

“I’m absolutely sure you will,” Konomaru says, giving him that smile again.

They never get that spar, since Jiraiya ends up getting kicked out of town for propositioning the headman’s wife while drunk, but they talk the next few times they run into each other. Each meeting is a few weeks apart, in different villages, but it’s clear they’re both traveling and Konomaru is delighted to see him every time.

It makes something warm twist in Naruto’s stomach, and…it’s not the loud-bright pay attention to me that Naruto felt about Sakura. It’s a little quieter, a little sharper, and sometimes when it’s dark he lies awake in his bedroll and just…thinks about Konomaru.

It’s probably definitely a crush.

“You know,” Konomaru says one night as they’re setting up camp together, Jiraiya back in the town and water for ramen waiting to be boiled. (It’s Konomaru’s favorite food too, and Naruto thinks that just makes him even more awesome.) “You said you’re training with a master, but…I haven’t seen him around.”

“He’s busy,” Naruto says, and keeps it cheerful through long practice lying about things like that. It’s not precisely a lie, because Jiraiya is busy, and he’s definitely doing important work, but—

Naruto just wishes that sometimes their training was more than just being told what to do before Jiraiya disappears again.

When he glances up, Konomaru is looking away, scratching at his cheek with a slightly uncertain expression. He swallows nervously, glancing at Naruto and then away again, and says abruptly, “My—my name’s actually Konohamaru. Sarutobi Konohamaru.”

Naruto blinks. He takes in the familiar blue scarf, the faint flush, the face stripped of its baby fat, and—

“Like—like my Konohamaru?” Naruto asks disbelievingly.

Konohamaru flushes further, ducking down to hide the bottom of his face in his scarf. “I time-traveled to save you,” he blurts. “And—and I’m going to help you save the world and then I’m going to save you because—because you’re Boss and you’re my rival and definitely have to make it to Hokage again so I can beat you…” He trails off, his face as red as the Hokage’s robes, and makes a noise of despair. “Oh gods, I screwed it up, that was supposed to sound cool and I totally failed, Boss, I’m so sorry but you’re so cute like this!”

Naruto is still kind of stuck on the time-travel and save the world parts.

And the cute part. Definitely that.

But—

But that’s definitely Konohamaru, loudly berating himself for being so uncool, and Naruto can’t help but laugh. Konohamaru glances up at him warily, like he’s just waiting for Naruto to take off running, but Naruto just offers him a smile.

“So where do we start?” he asks cheerfully.

Konohamaru’s face screws up like he’s about to cry, jounin or not, and he throws himself across the space between them to slam into Naruto’s chest, wrapping his arms around his waist and wailing, “Boss is still definitely the coolest!”

There’s heat creeping up Naruto’s cheeks, but he just swallows and ignores it, patting Konohamaru on the head. “Saving the world?” he prompts.

Konohamaru brightens. “I have a list!” he says proudly.

He does indeed have a list. And it starts with tracking down another jinchuuriki and learning how to make friends with the Kyuubi.

Naruto definitely gets the feeling that he’s not going to be bored again for a very long time.


(They leave Jiraiya a note. Naruto almost feels bad for that. But definitely not enough to change his mind.)